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For my latest trick

I decided, for the heck of it, to do some networking on Linkedin.  I’m not really sure how to go about it, but I seem to have connected with a lot of other artists there.  For those of you out there who are interesting in networking with others out there, and youre not living in an Artist Mecca, Linkin seems like a good option.  It’s an experiment for me, and I’ll keep you posted.

But back to artwork.

I’m working on something that is supposed to come out as a bigger version of this;


Right now, it seems to be a work that is either going to be very good, or very bad………I hope for now I don’t waste a lot of time on something miserable.

I don’t have a lot of time these days, especially today!  We lose an hour tonight….Daylight Savings Time comes overnight.

My day job has been very busy, very unexpectedly.  The coronavirus is finally coming to Connecticut.  I work at a food store, the place is mobbed with people stocking up on food, sanitation products, and water.

I do wonder about the man who stocked up on five jars of mustard.  Does he really think he’s going to need that much during a quarantine?  Or does he just buy that amount anyway?


That’s meant to be “Fading Morning Start”, my spellcheck failed me.

So, as a result of this pandemic, I don’t have a lot of time for my art..which is really a petty thing to think about under the circumstances.

So, here are some cheerful pictures to blow the blues away.


Stay healthy everybody……wash your hands a lot.

Be well

Selling in

Bummerooni? Is there such a word? Of course, the root of this word is “bummer “. I think it originated with the description of a bad LSD trip.

Somehow, the term “bummer ” has survived. I suppose there is nothing that is quite as accurately descriptive.

So,something I consider a bummer in my life, was the low point in my art career (such as it is) was when I ranted about how unfair the art world is.

Birds! Again!

Also was the rant “I want to sell out, but no one is buying”.

So,I guess the opposite of selling out, is selling in.

Any way, I was unsuccessful selling out. Might as well sell in,or

Can’t think of anything more descriptive

Back to back

As I went to renew my plan for this blog, I was reminded that I started this blog in 2010. How the hell did that happen?

I do remember some early years of ranting against the unfairness of the art world.

Where the hell was I in 2010? New York city, of course, living the dream.

Living the dream? I was actually working in the gift shop of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  More like living the nightmare.

These are some examples of the art I was doing in those days.

I look back at my work and think what I did in the past was better work.

A good friend of mine commented that I was just in a different place then.  True, both literally and figuratively.

It was a journey from Connecticut.

To Manhattan

To Sunnyside Queens

And back to Connecticut.

Also, I realize that I don’t remember what I have said in the past, and what I haven’t.  So, if I start to repeat myself, bear with me and have patience.  10 years is a long time.


First off, a redo of “Full Moon in the Afternoon.

The original was meant to be minimalist. However, it turned out to be boring. It’s a lesson I learned long ago, sometimes what works in a small piece looks like hell when you enlarge it. So,I added a few patterns and designs that I could sink my teeth into! I think it turned out more interesting, although far from my original idea. So moving on…

I promised a look again at the boring titles of the category of not a chance. These are among the drawings for the show that I have entered to the jury. Not sure when I hear back.

This is “Number 35”,which I feel is a lackluster summertime drawing. With a lackluster title. I think I should rename it “Hidden Stairway “,which is the real subject of the drawing.
Some of these drawings I really like, but they don’t fit into the style or subject matter of my usual work. Such is the case with “Rocking Chair “. I think I will rename it “Rock, Rock, Rock!”. For no particular reason, except..it’s more interesting.
This is “Constellation “. Not a bad title, but a drawing that falls short of my usual quality. And so it goes.

“Cloudy Day ” Can you imagine anything more boring than that? Yes,the drawing itself. It was one of those drawings trying to find beauty in a sunless day. Failed miserably. But “Sunless ” is a better title.

This is “The Greening “. I like the name and the drawing. However, again it doesn’t fit with my usual style. All the advice I have gotten from career instruction is that I should be branding myself. I should ignore advice, I really, really should.

Anyway, the ayes have it. Let’s look into better titles for the ones I have chosen…next time

Some Information about Me….

I don’t go into my past that much, I pretty much believe in making the best of things and moving on.  I realize, though, not giving you the perspective of my early life, may make the philosophy behind my work seem naive, maybe even Pollyanna-ish.  Also, maybe others hearing about the struggles I have gone through, who may be going through something similar, will be able to take away from my experiences to find hope and maybe strength.

So, here goes.  In my Junior year of high school, I was a very happy, good student.  My art portfolio was strong.  It looked as if my life was set: Art college, and then a career as a  professional artist.

I have made no secret about the fact that I am bipolar.  However, the timing of my first (and probably worst) psychotic episode, was a problem. Added to it, was the anxiety every teenager goes through.  It came up in my senior year of high school, while you are finishing your school work and applying to college.

Let me say a little bit about what is meant by mixed moods.  Strange though it seems, a bipolar can go through periods of experiencing both depression and mania, at the same time.  This is what was happening to me.  As it played out, I was seeing symbolism and meaning in random, ordinary things in life.  I was also severely depressed.

Against this, I was supposed to do an final essay for my English class on the symbolism of a certain book.  I had no filter for judging symbolism at this time, I was seeing symbolism in such minutia of my life.  So, I could not finish the essay (or the class) in time for my graduation in June. I know, but I was really, really crazy.

I applied to three art colleges.  The Rhode Island School of Design was considered the finest art school at the time.  There were assignments to do for the application I sent.  Two drawings, one of old shoes and one of a bicycle, which I completed and felt I had done a good job.  Another was drawing of my choice.  Remember, at this point, I had very little judgement.  I could not decide on the subject to draw.  Also, I was to write a biography.  Again, the lack of filter made me unable to choose what to write about my short seventeen years, in only a page.  So, I did not complete the application.

I applied at the Cooper Union in NYC.  I was well received, and got an acceptance (if I recall correctly) on the condition that I complete the English class in time for graduation.

I applied to Carnegie-Mellon.  There, I received a flat out rejection.

Many years later, I went back to my high school for transcripts.  I was told, that despite the fact that I had been rejected by Carnegie-Mellon in their correspondence to me, that my high school was send a conditional acceptance, dependent on me completing English by the September start date of classes.  This was something I had managed to do, and I found out about the letter to my high school many years later.

So be it. It is what it is.

Would my life have been better if I had gone through a smooth path to art college?  Maybe, maybe not.  I was never able to find the time or money to go back and try again.  I did get art education bits at a time, although I missed the technical expertise that a full immersion would have given me.

I do think, however, that I am a person first and an artist second.  The years of “keeping on trucking” taught me about the complexities and richness of life and other people that I might have missed otherwise.  I feel those years also affected my artwork in a positive way.  Maybe I am not the most technically able artist, but I like my style and subject matter.

So, that is my story.  I am happy with my art and myself, now, so this story has a happy ending.  Peace.

Here’s a piece of my art from my happier time in high school.


I Wanted to Sell Out!

But no one was buying. (Warning: Bad art displayed, here)

I always wanted to make a living with my art.  At first, I wanted to design posters.  I assumed that if a subject appealed to me, then it would appeal to other people.  However, I think most artists create with that in mind.

I’ve been given many suggestions by well-meaning people for making money with my art.  Design tatoos?  Most of the work suggested would really make me hate doing artwork. (Note: if you like tatoos, I don’t see anything wrong with it, they’re just not me).

So off I went on a journey to make money with my art.  My first try was portraiture, which I’m still willing to do.  It’s just hard to find enough clients with so much competition.


I should mention the woman in this portrait was 110 years old at the time.

Then I had a great idea of doing very small pictures that I could do quickly, and sell for cheap.  Limited success there.  Here’s one that actually sold:


Then the whole ACEO (Art cards editions and originals).  These are cards that are

2/12 inches by 3 1/2.  Many people collect them, and some artists are very successful with this.  A popular theme is cats.  I thought, I like cats!,and did my best.

I was a little bored with the subject matter, and could not compete with the ones who really could do cats very well.  Here is my sad try:


Also, landmarks on ACEO’s seem to work.  However, I didn’t have the patience to do good drawing of NYC.


So,now I’m back where I started from….doing pictures I like, and hoping to earn money from them on hold.  But not given up, as I learn more about marketing.

Hopefully, my meandering career will be of some help to young creative people out there.  Some will tell you “art is a product”, but in my experience, how you feel about what you’re doing affects the quality of the product you’re producing…..and bad products don’t sell.

Okay, back to work!